Choice Tales from the Vale – (416) The Santa Express – Tight Access

 

The Santa Express was in reality the Finchbottom Flyer, a 4-6-2 standard gauge four-cylinder steam locomotive built at the Northchapel Works in 1933, liveried in the black and gold of the DCRN, Downshire County Railway Network.

It was a great work horse of the DCRN from 1933 until 1962. 

After it was taken out of service it was stored at the Northchapel Works and remained there for twenty-five years, until it and several other engines and assorted rolling stock were acquired by the Downshire Railway Preservation Society, with the financial support and patronage of Baron St George of Mornington, who was a man with a strong sense of history and his stewardship of the Mornington Estate wasn’t restricted just to the land and properties within the Estate, they also ensured the protection of historically significant buildings and landmarks under threat from modernizers.

Although steam railway engines didn’t really fall within the Estates normal parameters his Lordship made an unprecedented exception.

The acquisition of the Flyer was made in 1988 and the restoration was completed in 1992. 

The maiden journey for fare paying customers was on the August Bank Holiday in 1993 and ran from Sharping St Mary to Sharpinghead and then onto Sharpington.

It wasn’t until seven years later when the Sharpington spur line was completed, when they had access to the main Finchbottom line and were able to go County wide.

It was two years earlier than that when the Flyer had its first outing as the Santa Express which ran from Sharping St Mary station to a secret location where Santa was waiting in his village and grotto.

It was actually the old herb drying sheds which had been preserved and renovated and dressed for the season.

The train picked up children and their parent’s late afternoon so that they arrived at the grotto in darkness in order to make the most of the spectacular lights.

It ran every day from the first of December up until Christmas and there were always plenty of Elves aboard to ensure the children didn’t escape from the carriages.

 

Four of the Elves, Tony Vine, Katie Battista, Demi Holdstock and Tracey Smedley, were all college students trying to earn some extra money for Christmas and were aboard the train when it left Sharpington at midday for the journey to Sharping St Mary to meet the hordes of overexcited children, and more than one of them were over excited themselves.

When they were kids, it was one of the high points of the year, they all remembered their parents taking them when they were young kids, now the Santa Express was just a chore.

 

The four of them were sitting in a carriage as the train rattled its way out of Sharpington station, Demi and Tracey sat and watched

Katie whisper in Tony’s ear and judging by his reaction, it was something dirty, then Tony took Katie’s hand and led her into the next carriage

“See you later girls”

 

Demi and Tracey made themselves comfortable, Demi sat in the corner by the window and Tracey sat beside her.

A combination of the train’s motion and Demi’s familiar exotic perfume stirred Tracey’s juices and then Demi cuddled up to her, drawing her legs up underneath her and hugged Tracey’s  arm as she rested her head on her shoulder.

Tracey glanced down at her thru lusty eyes and noticed a little bit of pale pink strap showing, and by adjusting the angle of her head she managed to glimpse the lace edging of her silk vest inside her green Elf shirt, and she could even discern the silhouette of a nipple pushing through the silk of her vest.

Demi stirred as if conscious of her gaze, but she continued looking anyway simply because her body was too gorgeous not to.

After a few minutes Demi took hold of her hand, which Tracey thought was sweet, but then Demi was tucking her hand between her knees and her palm was resting on the material of her green woolly tights and the quality flesh they contained, so her palm began its trek along the inside of her thigh as Demi opened her legs enough to aid her advance and the touch of the woollen shod feel of her inner thigh brought a dampness to her pants.

With her head on her shoulder Tracey could hear and feel her steady breathing as her hand advanced, creeping ever higher up Demi’s firm thigh as she opened and closed her legs in anticipation and she moaned quietly, then Tracey could feel the heat from her pussy as she neared her objective.

When her hand arrived at the point where Demi clearly had the itch that she needed Tracey to scratch, she began to rub her pussy through the fabric and Demi’s breathing changed instantly and her legs that had opened just enough for her hand to proceed were now at right angles to one another.

The consequence of her action, plus Tracey’s rubbing had rendered the cheap Elves tights very wet, until Tracey poked her fingers straight through the wet gusset, and her digits then proceeded inside Demi’s sodden pants and beyond, into her creamy wet minge.

Shangri-La having been reached she relished looking upon the recipient of her lust as her buttocks clenched and she wriggled and squirmed on the seat beside her.

Demi was stifling her moans by burying her face in her coat, which she needed to do, as Tracey was deep in the heart of Demi’s fire as she frigged her, and Demi was not a quiet lover at the best of times.

Tracey heard some very loud moaning coming from the adjoining carriage where Tony was obviously banging Katie, Demi obviously heard it too and gripped Tracey by the wrist and urged her to frig her to the abyss.

So as the Downshire countryside hurtled by she attended to her wet gash, Demi’s cream oozing between Tracey’s fingers as she stroked her pussy, until Dem closed her thighs and came, letting out a muffled scream inside her coat as she did so.

After a moment or two she relaxed, and her thighs released their grip on her hand.

“Hmmm” Demi murmured when her head emerged from inside her coat and then she kissed Tracey wetly before cuddling up to her again and they sat there like that for about five minutes

“I’ve made a bit of a mess of your tights” Tracey said

“That’s ok I’ve got a spare pair in my bag, I’ve got a spare pair for you too” Demi replied as she knelt on the floor in front of her, then she pulled Tracey’s knees apart and ripped the crotch out of Tracey tights before thrusting two fingers into her wet gash.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (355) An Old Soldier on Parade

 

In the small but thriving English county of Downshire, people go about the tasks of their everyday existence in ways that range from the mundane to the extraordinary, as their forebears had done for centuries before, in the varied and diverse landscape, from the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, to the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and the short but beautiful coastline to the east.

But it’s in the beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles

situated to the west of the old market town of Abbeyvale, where the participants of this tale find themselves, at the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa, and in mid-December the Hotel was dressed for Christmas.

Whereas Twenty-five-year-old receptionist Morella Garcia was dressed for lust, and she was very lusty indeed.

She was a tall and slender brunette with an ample bosom and was well equipped for lust, and her beauty combined with a complexion that betrayed her Spanish heritage meant that she was not often overlooked but was regularly looked over. 

Morella liked two things in life more than anything, they were in no particular order, horny men and hot women, and she liked her men hard, and her women wet.

She loved sex and always had, and she made no secret of the fact, and Morella had been enjoying it since losing her virginity when she was 13, and she had never gone short since.

However, if she was unable to avail herself of cock or cunny, she had an array of toys and accoutrements to satisfy her immediate needs, and she employed them very well.

Of course, working as the night shift receptionist, she had many more opportunities to exorcise her lust, because she wasn’t fussy.  

Apart from her bisexuality and being equally happy being satisfied by either gender, Morella also had no preferential “type” she didn’t care about race, creed, colour, body shape, or hair colour.

She liked the tall, short, fat, thin, athletic or couch potato, Morella would extract every ounce of pleasure out of any candidate she might choose, nor was she averse to multiple partners.

 

Working as receptionist at the Clerembeax as Christmas fast approached, she set her sights on retired Downshire Light Infantry Officer, Major Robert Nipper.

He was in his early fifties and although he was called nipper, he was anything but, standing well over six foot, and according to the gossip from the chambermaids, he was hung like a cavalry horse.

He impressed her immediately with his military bearing, straight backed and erect, she certainly hoped the latter part of the description would be factual when she pounced.

 

It was 3 am when she saw him emerge through the front door and begin to unbutton his overcoat as he crossed the deserted foyer.

Morella very quickly caught his eye, and when she saw him walking her way, she hastily adjusted the gap of her blouse and teased her nipples to erection, by the time he reached her she was already getting wet in anticipation.

“Ah Morella you’re looking as lovely as ever”

“Hello Major, a good night?” she asked as she began fingering herself through her tights

“Very” he replied

“It could soon get even better” she thought as she felt her moisture penetrating the fabric. 

She saw him glance down her blouse, first at the strategically placed bit of pale silk bra strap, then he adjusted the angle of his head, so his eyes followed the strap down until he glimpses the lace edging of her bra.

His eyes widened as he looked deeper inside her blouse and discerned the dark shaped protrusions of deep pink nipples pushing through the silk her cup.

“Got you” she thought and smiled as her juice creamed her fingertips.

“So, what are you doing?” he asked, taking her by surprise, did he know she was rubbing her pussy?

“What?”

The thought that she had been discovered however didn’t halt her lusty caress, it just excited her more and got her wetter.

“What are you doing at this ungodly hour to keep yourself amused?” he elaborated

“Frigging my pussy” she said in her head, but out loud she replied “Crossword”

“Do you need some help?” he offered

“You could help by bending me over the desk and fucking me” was what she wanted to say but instead she smiled and replied

“Yes please”

Morella continued to frig while The Major walked round the back of the reception desk and only stopped when he was stood behind her.

She had unfastened another button, but thought she may have overdone it, so placed her unsullied hand on her blouse to reduce the gape.

“Ok so where’s this puzzle?” he asked as he put his hands on her shoulders but immediately lost interest when he looked down inside her gaping blouse to her plump young breasts incased inside their pale silk cups, she knew he was looking so she lowered the hand which was restricting his view, and he could see her deep pink nipples standing proud inside her bra.

Major Nipper took her action as an invitation, so much to her delight he slid his hands from her shoulders down inside her bra and cupped her plump breasts.

“I love your cherries Morella” he exclaimed as he toyed with her stiff teats, and she murmured her appreciation.

Morella completed the unbuttoning of her blouse and undid the catch between her breast to unrestrained her perky breasts which he had enjoyed so much inside her blouse, could now enjoy them in all their splendour, and he was enjoying them, and she was loving his touch.

However, following her covert fingering, the excitement of sitting semi naked in the reception area while being fondled, and the anticipation of what she had been led to believe was a sizable piece of meat, she was incredibly horny.

The Captain was showing no sign of taking it to the next level and her pussy was on fire so she got up abruptly

“Follow me Major” she barked and walked through the door into the back office.

Once he was inside, she closed and locked the door and walked over to the desk where Morella coolly hitched her skirt up around her waist and pulled her knickers and tights down to her knees, before bending over the desk with her full weight on her elbows presenting her round pert arse, and moist pink pussy to him, open like a clamshell before his lustful gaze.

Morella turned her head and looked over her shoulder wide-eyed and expectant,

“Come on Soldier it’s time to use your weapon”

The Major undid his trousers and released his swollen member and Morella gasped.

“It’s even bigger than the chamber maids said it was”

He stepped behind her and before penetration he inserted a digit between her sticky lips, liken to checking the oil level on an engine and she let out a low appreciative moan.

He tucked in behind her and knowing the temperature of the water he plunged right in and speared her hot cunny, and Morella sucked in air through her teeth as his huge cock penetrated her and then moaned whorishly with each penetration and he grunted in turn.

It was not a long-drawn-out affair as both of them were at a heightened state of horniness due to her covert masturbation and his lack of any recent “active service”, so they grunted and moaned their way to a satisfying climax, and she slumped onto the desk.

 

After a farewell kiss he walked to the lift with a spring in his step after a very satisfactory sexual skirmish.

Morella was feeling very pleased with her own performance even though she would have to spend the next 3 hours sitting in reception with very sticky knickers.

She lasted an hour before she removed them and her tights, she thought it quite appropriate to go commando, after all it was a soldier who got her so sticky.

For the last hour of her shift, she began to employ her dirty digits under this desk again, this time there were a lot more people milling around so it got her hotter and wetter than ever.     

Fortunately, when her shift was over, she was joining the Major in his room for some more prolonged maneuvers.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (415) The Santa Express – Compartmental Lust

 

The Santa Express was in reality the Finchbottom Flyer, a 4-6-2 standard gauge four-cylinder steam locomotive built at the Northchapel Works in 1933, liveried in the black and gold of the DCRN, Downshire County Railway Network.

It was a great work horse of the DCRN from 1933 until 1962. 

After it was taken out of service it was stored at the Northchapel Works and remained there for twenty-five years, until it and several other engines and assorted rolling stock were acquired by the Downshire Railway Preservation Society, with the financial support and patronage of Baron St George of Mornington, who was a man with a strong sense of history and his stewardship of the Mornington Estate wasn’t restricted just to the land and properties within the Estate, they also ensured the protection of historically significant buildings and landmarks under threat from modernizers.

Although steam railway engines didn’t really fall within the Estates normal parameters his Lordship made an unprecedented exception.

The acquisition of the Flyer was made in 1988 and the restoration was completed in 1992. 

The maiden journey for fare paying customers was on the August Bank Holiday in 1993 and ran from Sharping St Mary to Sharpinghead and then onto Sharpington.

It wasn’t until seven years later when the Sharpington spur line was completed, when they had access to the main Finchbottom line and were able to go County wide.

It was two years earlier than that when the Flyer had its first outing as the Santa Express which ran from Sharping St Mary station to a secret location where Santa was waiting in his village and grotto.

It was actually the old herb drying sheds which had been preserved and renovated and dressed for the season.

The train picked up children and their parent’s late afternoon so that they arrived at the grotto in darkness in order to make the most of the spectacular lights.

It ran every day from the first of December up until Christmas and there were always plenty of Elves aboard to ensure the children didn’t escape from the carriages.

 

Four of the Elves, Tony Vine, Katie Battista, Demi Holdstock and Tracey Smedley, were all college students trying to earn some extra money for Christmas and were aboard the train when it left Sharpington at midday for the journey to Sharping St Mary to meet the hordes of overexcited children, and more than one of them were over excited themselves.

When they were kids, it was one of the high points of the year, they all remembered their parents taking them when they were young kids, now the Santa Express was just a chore.

 

The four of them were sitting in a carriage as the train rattled its way out of Sharpington station

“I think trains make me horny” Katie whispered in Tony’s ear

“Everything makes you horny” he replied quietly

“I haven’t heard you complain” she pointed out

“I’m not complaining now” he said “so let’s go and find somewhere where I can scratch your itch”

“See you later girls” Tony said and took Katie’s hand and led her into the next carriage which consisted of compartments.

He opened the door and drew the blinds on the corridor side, and he thought it a perfect location with the snow covered Finchbottom Vale scenery passing by their scene of debauchery.

Katie wasted no time because by the time the last blind was pulled down, she’d done the same with her tights and Tony stood briefly admiring her fluffy bush and asked

“When did you take your knickers off?”

“I didn’t put any on” she replied

“You dirty tart” he said impressed and then she pulled her top off over her head and he approached her and ran his fingers through her lush growth.

“I think trains do make me horny” she said as he worked his fingers towards her minge.

“And like I said before, everything makes you horny” Tony said as his digits progressed through her damp whiskers and tentatively probed at her quim, and she leant back against the window and while he kissed her, he fingered her slippery slit.

“Mmmm” she moaned in his mouth and opened her thighs wider allowing him to slip two fingers into her creaminess, and he frigged her until she came loudly and closed her thighs on his hand and held it there, until he freed himself and manoeuvred her to the seat where she climbed on to all fours and presented him with her pink moist blossom, so he knelt behind Katie’s lovely naked body and slipped into her syrupy quim.

“Oh that feels so good Tony” Katie said “So hot and so dirty”
She had her face pressed against the glass, as if admiring the quaint snow covered Finchbottom scenery as the train travelled through the Vale, while he skewered her wriggling squirming form and her hot panting breath huffed up the glass as he brought her to juddering climax and Katie screamed, a second later he erupted inside her.
When he withdrew his sticky shaft from her quim she rolled onto her back and purred

“That was so good”

ARE YOU WEARING ANY UNDIES?

 

Are you wearing any undies?

Beneath your Christmas gear

You had them when you left the house

Perhaps you should explain my dear

Choice Tales from the Vale – (414) Christmas Party Girl

 

On the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel, a quiet medieval village living in the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and its where Mike Oliver and his fuck buddy local vet Sue Mazzone lived.

On St Nicholas Eve Mike was getting ready to go out to a Christmas Party, which he didn’t really want to go to, when he got a phone call from Sue, she was going to the same party, and she was calling for a lift.

 

After about half an hour, there was a light knock on the door and when he opened it Sue was there wearing an unbuttoned winter coat over a low-cut black dress and was clutching a handbag.

“Hi Sue” Mike said “come in and close the door”

Sue nodded and smiled and said,

“Ok but just for five minutes”

“Come in then, you’re letting all the heat out” he said

“Ok I’m coming” She replied, and he thought to himself “yes you will be very soon”

When she got inside, she saw him standing in the middle of the room with a very pronounced bulge in his trousers.

“If you’re intending to use that I expect you to take longer than five minutes” she said “And I have a few conditions”

“Which are?”

“You can’t undress me, you can’t get my new dress spunky, and I get a proper seeing to tonight” 

“No problem” he replied “I agree to your terms”

“Good” she said as she took off her coat, then she pulled her tights and knickers down and bent over the sofa “Now get me wet”

ARE YOU WEARING CHRISTMAS KNICKS?

 

Are you wearing Christmas knicks?

Proper novelty underwear

All festively decked down below

In a suitably seasonal pair

It doesn’t matter the decor

It will make an old man stare

Just you in your Christmas knickers

What wonderful Christmas fare

Choice Tales from the Vale – (413) Classy Christmas Commando

 

On the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel, a quiet medieval village living in the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and its where Mike Oliver and his fuck buddy local vet Sue Mazzone lived.

At the beginning of December Mike was in Northchapel for Company Christmas Dinner at The Shakespearian and because he would have faced a long Taxi ride home, he booked a room at The Doll's House.

So, at the end of the evening, he said goodnight to his friends and walked the hundred yards or so to the Hotel.

When he walked into the foyer, he did a double take when he saw Sue Mazzone wearing a really classy full length evening dress instead of her usual slutty attire.

“Very classy” he said when he caught her eye

“Do you like it?” she asked

“Is the underwear as classy?”

“What underwear?”

“I think I should escort you to my room so I can confirm or deny the existence of your underwear” he suggested

“Oh Goody” Sue whispered, “I’m horny”

“How horny exactly?” he asked

“You’ll find out as soon as we get upstairs”

 

He opened the door and let her walk in first and then followed and closed the door.

Mike took off his jacked and threw it on the chair and when he looked around, she was standing beside the bed, she unzipped the back of her dress, slipped her arms through the dress’s sleeves, and let it fall from her.

It briefly settled about her waist but with a delicious wiggle of her hips it fell in an untidy heap around her ankles, she stepped out of the remnants of her attire and kicked the bundle aside with one stilettoed foot leaving her dressed in only stockings and suspenders.

“Well that answers that question” he said, and she giggled as he closed the distance between them.

“Now let’s see what you’ve got for me” she said undoing his trousers with great manual dexterity and tugging his old chap from the confines of his pants.

“This will do nicely” she said and kissed him, all the while she was slowly manoeuvring him backwards.

He couldn’t go fast, firstly because he was going backwards and secondly with his trousers at half-mast, he could only shuffle.

Then Mike felt the bed against his calves and Sue let go of his cock and pushed him sharply backwards.

Mike landed on the bed and Sue was instantly astride him.

“No time for foreplay,” she said in a very lascivious way and wrapped her arms around his neck and hoisted herself onto him.

His cock was so hard and her pussy so wet and welcoming it took little more than Nano seconds for her cunny to completely engulf him.

“So far, so good” she exclaimed as he gripped onto her buttocks while she rose and fell on his shaft, she upped the tempo and snorted through her nose as she kissed him.

When they stopped kissing and she tongued his ear he could feel her breath on his skin and hear her course rasping breaths as she moaned loudly in self-satisfied receipt of each length, she took from him.

Sue had him pinned down and her arms were still wrapped tightly around his neck as she expertly rode him and with her moans growing ever louder.

As she raced towards orgasm, and they approached the summit she was tiring and so he had to maintain his hold on her arse in order to steady the ship.

She drove on through gritted teeth and her hoarse panting in his ear told him she was desperately close and then with a yelp she cried out in orgasm, and he came seconds’ later emptying his aching sack into her cunny and Sue laughed lustily